'I really like kids.'
She whispered.
But her heart
Was screaming:
I hate what has become of me.
I don't like to be who I am.
I wish, I wish
I could be a child,
Once again.
For the rest of my life.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
